Bumpy, bald
knobbly branches
grow twisted from the ground.
They must have scoured
meadows, mountains and marshes
hunting the perfect plant
to mimic the scarred ends
of amputated limbs
for this graphic garden of memory.
Even safe, back on home soil,
the wounds of war
are imitated and displayed
beside the fishing spots
and prayer alcoves.
I guess Never Forget
is an order, not a suggestion.
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My name is Maranda Russell. I’m a 41 year old poet. I like to write and share poetry that is emotional, direct, and thought-provoking on my blog, feelsomethingpoetry.com. I hope you’ll follow me!
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Vivid and haunting. Well said.
Thank you! I wrote the poem and really appreciate the feedback 🙂